In Jennifer’s mind she had no doubt about Carla and her variations in attitudes about being upset from her changing to look like a hucow, to after seeing Kyle, she let her sexual urges get the better of her. She did make for a strikingly sexual form of a female Minotaur. Her human manners were well entrenched, and even being as naked when sitting or walking, Carla retained her truer sense of acting respectable.
Cattle, cows or bulls know no care for hygiene or anything similar to the social graces attended to by people. Of course there are some differences between people and cattle, both physically and mentally, but they do tend to act as react quite similar, so Jen thought.
Kyle wanted to be near to Carla but his brute male bull mentality had one thing in his mind, and that of him dominating a new to him female. By dominating, his whole self was for wanting the manly pleasures of feelings from having sex, though a bull is a quick thrill when it comes to mating. He walked about in large circles as if sizing up his perspective cow for breeding her.
Carla was all into her sensations as the nearly constantly combed her fingers through her fur along her thighs and about her breasts. She stood there watching Kyle encircling her, as she turned on a dime and watching him she toyed with a breast nipple, pinching from it small spurts of her milk.
Jen watching wondered why Carla could be lactating, producing milk when she was not pregnant yet, or some many months along in gestation from being pregnant. She supposed that Doctor Byle at the Sunrise Research facility might know as to why, but neither Jen nor Carla had any want to return to that place to ask about what Carla might expect next!
The recalling thought of Doc Byle when bound wrists and ankles, he then pushed inside the T-cell, (Transformation-cell) along with the already changing female occupant. As spiteful a female could hate a man, and especially the man who injected her with Reformation serum with plans of causing her to change halfway to being a goat animal. As then when she looked the part of a sexy mixture to woman and doe goat, to sell her like she was an animal to a brothel.
Jen smiled at the imagined situation the dear Doc had while held between the furry thighs of a spite filled satyr female!
Jen wondered too as how her friend Gerald faired, as if Doc Byle was in any condition to point an accusing finger at Jerry, when luck played a big part in their escaping from that hellhole facility.
“MUROO,” Kyle bellowed loudly, as startled Jennifer, she returning her full attentions toward the two lovers.
“Now what did I say about your fondling of his sheath, you know as well as I do what you wanted to do to him when he arrived.” Jen said, as Carla had squatted down and was busily petting, stroking, fingering the plump sheath hung below Kyle.
“Oh Jen, just look at me, or look at Kyle, he is as much an animal, a Bull, as soon too I shall evolved as well to me being a cow. Some of what is still me wants to remain somewhat human, even if that would be for me as in the form of a female Minotaur. As well I see and feel how Kyle is, and something more suggests that his form is what I want, only to be a female and find my joys from him or other bulls.
And, yes I do still hold love for my mother, my sisters, but look at me, can this return home and be accepted as part of our family again, I think not! My whole future now lies along the same path as does Kyle being a bull. If you asked me do I like my bovine future, to that I would say a definite No!
Am I that same fun loving human female, and again I would say No!
Am I all furry, have black leather for skin, I have a cow’s tail, hind legs, feet, hocks and cloven hoofs. My head is conforming to being that of a cow, a Santa-Gertrudis Cow. My mouth is slowly changing, my teeth are on the move, I have thought a lot about how to eat when having to graze. I think as well about my soul, my religion, and if I live just four years more being a herd cow, can I do anything to change that outcome, and that answer too is a profound, No!
Basically I am stuck, screwed, and thinking about my becoming as screwed by his eighteen inches of bull cock; now of that is for me a possible thrill. As is his big balls and what I leaned as know of just how much semen he produces; the volume and heated feeling it gives when shot inside my body.
Cows are vile animals, generally filthy from lying down in corrals of cow dung and puddles of urine, as hoofs walking through it make a mud what stinks of foul that even cows don’t like to enter a corral. Yea I know, cows are dumb, well born dumb as are people but some through experiences become smarter than the others, the same as people!
So then, what do I have to look forward for, but a brutal lifestyle of living naked, of brute sex, tending with lacking any hygiene, of flies, ticks, diseases, and the yearly cow dipping fun. So tell me why I should be vigilant to hold onto what was human when the real me is but an animal on a farm?”